An Ode to a Friend

Every now and then, something happens;

Plenty has happened to me,

mainly because of the demon drink.

All of my own making of course:

Lost business, wife and home.

And now I'm on my own.

Fallen out with friends; barred from pubs;

Alienated my family and burned many bridges.

Possibly never to be rebuilt.

And then you happened:

a kindred spirit who's eased the guilt;

a bit.

I usually write this stuff for therapy; for me.

I have nothing; but one thing I wanted to do

was write this.

Thank you my little friend: This one's for you.